You'd swear that your bathroom wasn't like this last week, but Crystal's stuff has mysteriously invaded your previously-pristine counter space. Space expansion charms keep it from being an issue but the look you shoot your girlfriend is wry enough that she stops brushing her teeth and looks over at you with a mouth like a rabid dog. "Wha?"

Petting her on the head and scratching her behind the ear doesn't seem to be the answer she's looking for, oddly.

Later, as you're walking along the paths on campus she's more clingy than she's been in a while. When you point it out her response probably shouldn't have surprised you. "You're just walking in to Accord's territory like it's no big deal. He's—he seems like he has no problem with just doing whatever will satisfy his plans quickest. Capes that dealt with him have just gone missing before."

Sliding your arm around her you pull her in tighter. "I'll have an emergency portkey just like yours."

She maneuvers the two of you into an unused classroom and closes the door. "Aelfie?"

A soft pop heralds the elf's appearance as she appears from behind a desk, out of sight of the windows. "Yes, Lady Crystal?"

The blonde squats down to get on the house-elf's level and gives the other creature a look. "You know that James is going over to Boston as Warlock right?"

Aelfie's tennis-ball eyes are wide as she nods solemnly. "Master is making parleys with a mærhlisa—a villain."

"Exactly. I want you to watch out for him and if anyone tries to attack him from behind you stop them, okay?"

You realize you'd never seen a house-elf's teeth before Aelfie bares hers in a savage grin that reminds you she came from a more warlike time. "Ælgifu not let anyone harm her Master."

Crystal hugs the small creature to her and gets a squeak as she hugs back. "You're the best, Aelfie."

When the time approaches for you to be picked up in Boston you check over all of your gear. Since Accord's mask supposedly moves to match his facial expressions you charm yours to do likewise. If it happens to irritate the cape you can always stop it before it becomes a serious issue. From Coil's memories Accord is unlikely to try and have you killed outright, he has a longer fuse than that. That comes with a proportionally-larger explosion later, however.

You apparate while disillusioned to the roof of a building in sight of your pickup spot. A sweep of the area shows nothing untoward so you pop to a roof closer and smoke out of the alleyway. The Charlestown neighborhood's streets aren't particularly busy, but you do turn a few heads before they notice the car picking you up and turn away. It seems that this isn't the first time Accord has done this and no one wants to draw his attention.

'The car' is a pearlescent-white Rolls Royce Phantom that's obviously had some additional work done, as the coach door on the street side opens automatically, revealing Citrine posed in her yellow mask and evening gown on the far side. "Warlock, enter please."

Despite the absurdity of it the car has a white leather interior that is pristine, so you remove and shrink your hat and hit your boots with cleaning charms as you gracefully lower yourself into the seat. "A pleasure to meet you in person, Citrine."

The severe set of the cape's yellow lips lessens slightly as she inclines her head fractionally. She extends a hand and doesn't blink as you turn and hold her hand up to your mask for a moment in a pantomime of a kiss before releasing it. "Likewise." She perches somewhat sideways on the seat as the car smoothly merges back into traffic. "Before we arrive at the meeting I will be informing you of a few points of etiquette…"

You raise a hand and your eyebrows mildly. "A point of clarification I would like to make now in the event that it may cause issues—while you stated that Accord would like to speak with me I will not be attending hat in hand and tugging my forelock. If your leader is expecting me to act in any way subservient we can end this ride now." Bringing your hands together and then spreading them in an offering gesture you continue, "To be clear I do not expect deference from him but I expect a discussion, not an attempted dressing-down."

Citrine's eyes flicker in the depths of her mask. "All discussion will be between you and Accord. I am merely offering a refresher course on a number of points of politeness."

Brushing the cape's mind you find that Accord has found himself vexed by what happened to Coil and there very well may be anger directed your way. There's nothing Citrine—Jeanne—would care to do about it though. Accord wants to meet with you so she will do everything she can to make it happen.

And if need be she'll kill you for Accord as well, or sell you to the Yangban. Whatever Accord wants.

"Of course," you say, settling back into the seat, "then by all means please continue."

What follows isn't necessarily what you would categorize as real etiquette lessons as it's primarily focused on small issues that are some of Accord's primary sticking points. Yes, you may have been noted as making expansive gestures while performing on the Boardwalk but being told to 'keep all gestures within the span of your shoulders' is honestly insulting.

The arrival and disembarkation at Accord's headquarters goes smoothly, and were it not for your mental senses you could be excused for assuming the building was entirely automated; no human presence is visible but you can feel both civilians and parahumans behind the walls as you enter a wood-paneled elevator. As all of Accord's Ambassadors are supposed to be vial-created you skim them and find similarities—their shards don't push feelings into their hosts' minds. They also don't exhibit the same groaning, droning death rattle that marked Legend's shard, so that may be something specific to the Triumvirate.

There are no buttons in the elevator itself but you get from your guide's mind that a small RFID tag in Citrine's mask allows access to the floor Accord is on. You step out into a well-furnished antechamber and pause for a moment as Citrine looks you over, presumably to ensure nothing in your attire will cause issues. That gives you a chance to feel outwards and recognize four Cauldron triggers behind the false walls and one Scion shard through the elegantly-carved doors in front of you.

Probing gently into Accord's mind you notice some similarities between his shard and Lisa's. Both shove their insights into the host's brain, but while Lisa's is a steady flood of information—both wanted and non—that can overheat her head, Accord's is a firehose blasting percentages of success for dozens, even hundreds, of variables along with separate pressure-washer level blasts pointing out every misaligned chair and dust mote in the room. It appears that as part of the trigger process the shard decided that there was no need to figure out how to throttle or filter the constant blast of information that would be provided. Seeing how much information is forced into his brain you can understand how certain phrases, actions, and even smells could engender anger if your shard screams and draws attention to how someone making expansive gestures or fumbling otherwise simple etiquette could endanger everything this is CRITICAL DANGER! constantly.

There is a shift in one of Accord's capes as they move into his office and stand in front of the doors. The actual unlatching and opening is silent and you would never have noticed if you weren't already looking in that direction.

As Citrine leads you into Accord's office you do your best to keep all of your observations subtle. You can detect the moment that Accord turns his attention to you from a paper he was reading. Again, it's not the same kind of information that Tattletale can glean—where Lisa may be able to glean your handedness, or perhaps tension in your frame showing you're expecting an attack, Accord sees a smooth, assured gait, but one with a minimal chance of misstep. His shard notices that the hem of your duster never tangles around your legs, that the open lapels don't flap in a way that would impede your hands. The metaphorical blaring sirens quiet just a bit as you adjust yourself ever-so-slightly in a number of tiny ways as you come to a stop in front of Accord's desk.

The white-clad cape is far from imposing. He looks—and this is an unkind comparison that never leaves your mind—like a slightly less-bald Danny DeVito. His three-piece suit is immaculate and the wood-and-silver mask mirrors the slight tensing of his jaw in a way you would have assumed was impossible without the use of magic or electronics.

Your guide comes to a stop three feet from the desk and steps to the side and around the desk as you place your arms behind your back and nod your head. "Accord."

The nod in return is precisely measured to be ever-so-slightly shallower than yours. The other cape had moved up behind and past you as you entered and now steps up to frame the kingpin with a pale blonde in yellow on his right and her dark-skinned counterpart in blue-green on his left. "Warlock." He stretches your cape name out just a bit and pauses afterwards, making a small gesture with his left hand. "Please be seated."

It's—not a trap exactly, but something of a gauge of your reactions. Turning your back to him to acquire one of the other chairs in the room would expose you for a fool (or foolhardy). Raising the floor would anger him, yes, but also show you as needlessly destructive and uncaring of consequences. Refusing and standing would be its own answer, showing you to be bullheaded. You feel a faint desire to seat yourself upon a copy of the Chair of Saint Peter or perhaps the Coronation Chair but instead with the slightest of inclines of your head you conjure an Eames chair and use magic to lower yourself in it, folding your hands in your lap in a perfect image of relaxation.

For almost a full minute the Thinker regards you silently as his shard roars furiously in his mind, doing its best to reduce you into a cog in the greater machine of Accord's numerous plans. In the back of his mind the Coil issue simmers, although he is ignoring it. Even his two Ambassadors seem ill-at-ease with the silence although neither shows an outward sign.

Finally though the small man leans forward to place his elbows on the perfectly polished surface of his desk. "I find myself surprised that you acquiesced to a meeting so easily."

"I had no reason to refuse and every reason to agree," you respond mildly, "as you have already sent Coil's leftovers back into Brockton Bay to attempt to abscond with Tattletale once it served my interests to speak with you directly before anything else happened."

Accord's head tilts downward a fraction. "I did nothing of the sort."

You put both hands up in a 'stop' gesture. "Oh, of course you didn't. It was your right hand, Citrine, who actually approved it. Something of that nature is hardly the kind of low-level thuggery you would involve yourself directly in."

"Further unfounded accusations would be unwise, Warlock."

"Well certainly the information gathered from Tattletale's Thinker powers and my own deductions could be disregarded, but the location services on all four suspects' phones that show them in Boston, in a hotel in this neighborhood, and most specifically in this building for multiple meetings including one on Friday before they returned to Brockton is strong corroborating evidence. You may, however, 'unfound' my accusation if you wish." Lacing your fingers together as you lean back slightly you give a languid blink that your mask echoes. "To be blunt, Tattletale is currently under my protection until she decides what she is going to do next. By all means extend her a polite, non-coercive offer of employment if you wish—although I believe you would find her habits endlessly irritating—or made demands of her for one reason or another but make no further attempts on her." You let amusement slide into your tone as you continue, "You could even request that she inform on me again. Despite the issues her powers have with getting information from me she may even take you up on it."

In the back of the Thinker's mind he is running over the plans he had tacitly endorsed last week. It had over a 90% chance of success and even though measures were in place to insulate Accord himself from the dealings, phone tracking was not something he planned for, and the unaccounted-for variable blares at him in hindsight. That you invented that reasoning out of whole cloth apparently doesn't matter. He decides to drop the subject and shift to a different one. "You have found yourself in quite the position of power in Brockton Bay recently. Are you perhaps continuing from where Coil left off?"

"No." You make a cutting gesture with one hand before folding it again. "I don't want his place. Coil wished to rule the Bay as a tyrant, I want neither the paperwork nor the burden. I am a wizard, content to live in my tower and interact as I see fit, to provide words of wisdom to those who would hear it, and—if needed—to smite those who would harm me and mine." Bringing one finger up to tap at your chin you continue while monitoring the level of Accord's anger. "I feel no compunction urging me to take over the cape scene and want no stronger ties to the greater bureaucracy in either the government or PRT than I currently have."

Accord's voice is a carefully-modulated tenor. "You are embodying your namesake a bit too closely, perhaps."

You thank Thunor for his interest in the Anglo-Saxon period. "While the accepted etymology could mean that leogan can also be translated as 'deny' instead of 'deceive', and wær can be used for 'covenant'. So I deny any covenants otherwise implied. Also, as Scots merely defined it as the masculine counterpart of witch, it is a more evocative word choice than wizard, which carries connotations of long white beards and pointy hats."

The set of Accord's shoulders moves ever-so-slightly looser. "That is an unusual reading of the name. One would assume you picked it because it merely 'sounded cool'." The last word is bitten off like it offends him to speak it.

Crossing your ankles you are the very picture of nonchalance. "I cannot claim it didn't cross my mind. Again, wizard brings to mind doddering old men. 'Myrddin' was a non-starter, and in my own mind 'sorcerer' assumes a level of flash and panache that I am certainly capable of, but wouldn't want to commit to at all times." You pause and nod your head back to the villainous rogue. "But this meeting isn't to discuss Old English, is it?"

"No. As the supposed architect of Coil's downfall—which we will speak of in a moment—I wanted to inform you that I have business interests expanding into Brockton Bay."

You give a barely-audible hum, the first gesture you've made which he registers as grating, and let it taper off. "I have no issue with legitimate businesses, so long as they comply with all local laws. If your legitimate businesses happen to serve double duty for, say, bases for your agents, then I will at least know where to drop the bodies off after I've dealt with them."

"These are not tea shops, Warlock. We—"

"—were jointly investing in both a construction company and a 'private security' company." You use the air quotes while keeping them within the span of your shoulders and can feel the faint irritation from Citrine. Despite such affectations being exactly the kind of thing that would normally grate on Accord he is more focused on the fact that you know of the plans. "I didn't merely smash-and-grab. While the majority of my attention was focused on ensuring that there were no unwelcome surprises waiting to explode—figuratively or otherwise—I did get a brief look at some of Coil's other plans."

You lean forward a bit and let the side of your lips turn up in a smile. "Now let us get to the real reason for this meeting. Please, go ahead and say it."

There's no hesitation. "You participated in the destruction of Coil's group and holdings last week."

Bringing your clasped hands up you extend both pointer fingers and tap them to your mask's silver mouth grille. "To be clear, I was the primary driver and reason for the destruction of Coil last week."

Accord is bothered by that statement, angry, but not driven mad. Yet. "What reason can you possibly offer for hunting him down? To reduce a fellow parahuman to that. Explain yourself."

Your smile is thin, and that is reflected on your mask. "First, I don't claim fellowship with a man who uses his powers to simulate the torture of other humans for pleasure." Accord's shard-enhanced mind and what he knew of Calvert's desires chew on that statement and decide there is something unpleasant in your words. You don't pause for him to respond, however. "Then, there is something of an unspoken agreement in the world of capes that a person's unmasked self is to be left alone. Coil believed himself immune to this agreement. I have provided my acquaintances with warning systems. From that I tracked down the minion who was directed to place audio bugs and discovered that this was not the first time Coil decided to spy on parahumans—he had done the same to many of the capes in Brockton Bay. And so he had to go." Cocking your head to the side you tap a cheek. "In all honestly, however, if I had known how he would react he would have been vanished instead."

You read a line of thought in Accord's head and sigh mentally. "Speaking of…" you pull out your phone and conjure a glass table as you dial and place the phone on speaker, noting the time.

The phone is answered with your civilian tones. "Warlock, I thought you were in a meeting in Boston."

Making sure to match eyes with the Thinker opposite you you let a bit of disdain creep into your voice. "I am. However the gentleman I'm meeting shares Coil's feelings towards spying on people. I have reason to believe one of his," you pause to make the next word significant, "people is working off information shared with him from Coil. You may have a stalker."

"Again? I don't see anyone in costume, obviously," James retorts, "and I'm on the commons in between classes so you would need to give me something to go on. Are they disguised as a worker like last time?"

Turning your masked head to the women flanking him you raise a silver eyebrow-equivalent. "There appears to be a dress code but I'm unsure if that is maintained during fieldwork. Look for someone in formal clothes."

Accord's fingers have tightened into fists and both Ambassadors are tensed and waiting on a word from him. The few seconds of silence before James speaks again is heavy with violent potential.

"There is a gentleman in a black sport coat, slacks and very shiny shoes with gigantic sunglasses that cover his upper face. Somewhat unusual on campus, really. He's stopped and not quite looking in my direction roughly a hundred feet away."

Othello, you pick from the Thinker's mind. "That's likely them, yes. Do you happen to have the portkey I made for emergency purposes still?"

The jingle of keys sounds along with an affirmative noise. "Yes, right where I put it. Should I use it?"

"No," you tell yourself, "I put in an extra trigger in case it was needed. Say 'tag, you're it' and toss it at them as you get close."

"And if I'm wrong?"

"I return them with an apology a moment later."

The four of you in the office hear the trigger phrase through the phone and a moment later Othello is deposited, unconscious, a few feet away from you. Actually, one body and something that reads as the same cape arrive, although you can't get a handle on the latter other than it exists.

You gesture to the prone body. "I believe this is yours." You pause and give a small shake of the head. "No, let me rephrase. This is yours. As I am here in front of you I will give you one warning out of courtesy. The next time one of yours finds its way to my city I will disable it before giving it back to you."

The blue-gowned woman looks between Accord, who has frozen in anger, and you. "Disable?" Her voice is strong and of a slightly different timbre than Citrine's. The yellow-garbed cape has moved over to check on her fellow, although she never allows you out of her sight as she does.

You nod. "Yes, and that would be such a horrible waste of money and time."

Citrine is unable to rouse the man even as the air around him gains a washed-out yellow tint that shows she is trying to affect the area containing Othello in some way. "Unconsciousness for non-Brutes lasts for roughly an hour. Some variance due to other parahuman powers is to be expected." You turn back to the internally seething Accord. "The teleportation process is an inherently violent one. I can ensure that limbs are shaken loose in the future, although targeting specific limbs is difficult."

Silver shutters mimicking eyelids narrow at you as his hand tightens on the edge of the desk. "You can re-awaken him earlier, I assume." At your nod the intricate mechanisms of his mask shift and tense. "Revive him if you would." Even reading his mind you're not sure if he's capable of adding 'please' at the end or not.

Gesturing for Citrine to step back you wait until everyone is clear before hitting the man with a rennervate. To Othello's credit his awakening is silent and swift as he rolls to the side and rises in a crouch. You can feel the odd distortion prickle against your magical senses. It feels like the ghostly sensation that occurs as someone portkeys in near you or Aelfie elf-popping nearby except constant. Unfortunately it's also non-directional—you can't figure out where exactly his dimensional doppelgänger is.

You can feel Accord's shard-boosted brain attempt to construct reasoning for how you were so sure that someone was trying to get eyes on your civilian persona. Mind reading is one of the hypotheses that he's considering, although far from the only one. Perhaps a comment diverting attention to something else?

{1}

As the male Ambassador brushes his jacket off you stand and vanish your chair and the table for your phone. "I think this meeting is over—and it's such a shame that I didn't get to mention my sideline in cosmetic alterations and healing." You flick a card out and it lands perfectly aligned with the corner of Accord's desk. "When you decide if maintaining the sanctity of my work in the Bay is acceptable you can contact me through my lawyer." Expanding your hat you tip it to the assembled parahumans. Your vision goes yellow and you feel something like a child's attempts at putting up an anti-apparition ward settle against your skin. Turning your mask to pin her with your gaze you let your silver lips spread out to an ear-to-ear smile. "How rude."

You make sure your disapparition is completely silent, brushing aside the attempt to snare you like cobwebs. You hop to a random rooftop in Boston you had scryed before hopping back to the Bay.

In your lair you turn back time thirty minutes and text Crystal with the details even as Aelfie switches your outfit over to your casual clothes and you come out of the building you had gone into earlier. Before you exit you create a triggered portkey that looks like Crystal's New Wave symbol as a keychain, something you could plausibly be carrying. Othello was easy to spot as he lurks around outside—he is actually very skilled at blending in even in clothes that look unusual for the area, but you have… is it hindsight if it technically happened in the future? Foresight, perhaps. In any case you let him tail you and ignore the feelings of his astral projection as it hovers around you as you wave to a Thunor who looks on his way back to his bushy-bearded best.

In the wake of your stalker's disappearance you do get questions asked of you by people nearby, but claiming that 'Warlock asked me to' manages to quiet them.

You've barely made it back to your apartment when Crystal portkeys in and launches herself at you. Seating herself in your lap you go over the entire meeting as she nuzzles your neck. "So did you just kind of claim all of Brockton Bay as yours even though you specifically said you weren't?"

"Eh, kinda." You laugh as she rolls her eyes at you. "I know, it's not helpful. I think I've established that I do watch what's going on and fucking around too visibly will bring retaliation. Speaking of retaliation though…" You pull out your cape phone and put it on speaker and dial Tattletale.

She picks up on the third ring. "Well, you're calling. Is that a good sign?"

You hold the phone a bit closer and deepen the pitch of your voice. "You are mine, Tattletale."

Since you can't see her reactions or read her mind, you just soak in the confused silence for a moment. Unfortunately it's all too short. You can just imagine how furiously her shard is working. "Does your girlfriend know you're replacing her with a newer model?"

Crystal gets stuck between rolling her eyes and trying not to audibly laugh, and that combination looks painful. You rub her back as you respond. "Now why would I replace someone so irreplaceable? No, I've stated to Accord that you are under my protection until you decide to join the PRT or break off on your own or whatever. Let me be clear, though, you can't just dither."

"You're choosing your words carefully and it's bothering me."

You sigh. "I normally would have said 'you can't sit around with your thumb up your ass', but I assumed you didn't need the visual. Anyhow, I did say he could try and recruit you politely but if he oversteps his bounds let me know. I've already had to remind him that spying is bad."

"One of those teleport-items in case of emergency would be nice, could I get one?"

Crystal has recovered her poise and taps your lips with a finger. "Depends. How well do you suck cock?"

The answer is apparently 'not well', because there's a choking sound on the other end of the line for a moment before you hear her mutter 'Laserdream? But... Oh!'.

"Great job dear, now she's going to actually start thinking about our relationship."

Leaning a little closer to the phone Crystal speaks almost intimately. "Tattletale? Turn it off, it's safer that way."

"I'd love to," Lisa responds tartly.

You can just feel the headache that's about to come but also feel like you shouldn't stop it. Your girlfriend is looking at the phone and considering. "We'll get together and talk about it."

That's a horrible idea. "That's a horrible idea, really."

"Uh, thanks for the call, gotta go," the Thinker spits out quickly before hanging up on you.

You give your lovely, kinky, and very experimental girlfriend a look. "Crys, her powers make her like forcibly celibate. When you asked how well she sucks dick it probably started filling her head with every guy she saw today and how long it'd been since they washed their junk."

Crystal shifts against your crotch with a little smile. "But not you?"

"I'm a weird blind spot for her. She can still tell things about me—she'd probably be able estimate how long it'd been since I showered—but not stuff like 'I'm thinking about her sexually.'. Hitting myself with a cleaning charm might throw her for a loop too, I don't know."

"She sounds like she could do with someone to talk to," your Lady decides. When you roll your head back and groan she leans in and kisses your neck.

"D'you remember asking me if I had a thing for broken birds to heal like Amy's anime guys? Pot, kettle. They might not all turn out like Taylor, either."

You can feel her shrug from where she's tucked into your chin. "I like being a cape, but I like helping people in ways that don't involve blowing things up."

She'd be a horrible shrink—but she would probably be a wonderful life coach. She just ends up caring too much about people personally. "Lisa's issues aren't Taylor's, and until like the last week or so she was riding high as the brains of a secret villain group. She likes using her power as a weapon, her cape name is way too appropriate."

Crystal is quiet and thoughtful for a while before she asks a question that tells you her mind is going down a path you didn't want to to go. "The stuff you're starting to teach us… is it going to help block Tattletale's powers?"

Chuffing out a breath you decide how to answer that. "Yes. Buuuuut you're not gonna be doing it on a short time scale. It'll take months even if I start you focusing on it now." Actually you could probably go faster if you did the teaching via legilimency, but…

Of course she starts asking related questions. "Can magic be used to master people?"

Still, you've been honest with her so far, no reason to start lying now. "Yeah. The only major impossibilities I've read so far is creating true, actual love and resurrecting the dead. Everything else seems negotiable."

"Do you know how to?"

You shrug, shifting her from where she lays on you slightly. "Yes. I've even confused people—like Jedi-mind-trick level stuff—to keep them from noticing me, but I've never tried full-on control, so my knowledge is all hypothetical."

"How about mind reading—I mean you've said part of what you're teaching is how to protect our minds from masters, but could I learn how to read people's minds?"

The answer to her second question is easy. As a squib she's incapable of using external magic like that unless you create some kind of legilimency gun for her. But as for the other part of the question… she expects that you can, but wants to hear it from your own lips.

{2}

The two of you cuddle for a bit before Crystal moves up and checks the time. "You made the cake for Soon already?" At your affirmative grunt she continues, "Is it big enough for you to jump out of wearing only a bow tie and speedo?"

"The girl almost passed out when you pushed her to flirt with me the other day, do you want her to have an actual heart attack?"

"Okay, that's what I want for my birthday, then."

"I'll engorgio a regular cake for you and come out naked if you'd prefer, but let's not kill our friends, dear."

As you finally rise from your cuddle and get dressed to go out clubbing after the cake and presents—Sarah apparently found a place that doesn't card—Crystal gets a text from the birthday girl herself. "I'm flying over to her parents' house to pick her up, we'll portkey to my dorm room—"

You hand her two bracelet-sized hoops. "The first goes to the commons at the end of their hall. Text me before you use it and we'll all hide. The second goes to that park over by the club. We can get Aelfie to check the landing spot and make sure no one's creeping in the bushes."

With a kiss she's gone and you apparate over with the cake. The girls are still getting ready so after announcing your presence you head into the common room and lay on the couch.

Sierra is the first to meet up with you. She sits on the edge of the cushions and scoots back into your chest with a affected casualness. With her darker skin you can't tell if she blushes when you casually drape your arm around her waist and pull her back a little harder, but you think she is. A brush against her mind and you know she is. "Did you know your girl's been telling tales about you?"

You laugh. "Who do you think told her that all of your faces were steaming up the glass watching us? I figured she'd do something like that."

"And you just let her decide who you're doing?"

Sitting up you drag her with you and sit her on your lap. She shifts against your cock as her tight little dress inches up those delicious dark thighs. You put your lips near her ear, "Oh, I have veto power. But why would I when she's shown such excellent taste?"

The dreadlocked girl clears her throat and decides that engaging directly isn't in her best interest. "So you made the cake? Is it as good as your cookies were?"

Just because she's trying to disengage doesn't mean you will. "I certainly hope so. Funny thing about baking, and more specifically using chocolate in baking…"

Sierra's head has drifted back and she's tilted her neck to bare it to you unconsciously. "Hmm?"

"Well, in baking when you're making something chocolate, even if it's delicious cake—" your hands slide from around her waist to give a firm squeeze to an equally firm ass, "it only tastes right with a shot of vanilla inside it." The flex of your cock at the word shot was wholly unnecessary but still gets a surprised twitch of her own in response.

You hear a door opening and unsteady steps tottering down the hall as Savannah comes in and almost collapses down next to the two of you ."Why did I let y'all talk me in to heels? I'm gonna break somethin' by the end of the night."

"'Vanna?" Sierra murmurs, rolling her hips on you slow and hard, "think we could just steal James away and lock ourselves in our room?"

"Maybe if you want Laserdream to bust in our window and spank us. You'd probably laik that." The southern blonde's drawl is as thick as her sarcasm.

"Can't decide if I'd be down with that," the black girl comments, sliding off your lap, "this boy is dangerous."

You give Savannah your most innocent look as a couple of the other girls start trickling in. Every one of them asks why she's laughing so hard. Luckily you're able to calm the blonde hyena down long enough to explain that Crystal and Soon are going to be arriving via powers because not five minutes later you get the 'incoming' text from your girlfriend. With everyone in tight dresses you get a veritable feast of delectable asses as they do their best to squat down behind the couches.

The two missing girls appear in a whirl of magic, with the more-experienced Crystal keeping a dizzy Soon-Yi upright. Which comes in handy a moment later when everyone jumps up and startles her.

Sweeping in, you claim the petite Korean girl from your girlfriend and guide her to a seat as everyone gathers around and sings Happy Birthday to Soon's acute embarassment. After the song is done everyone has some cake (which gets some almost-pornographic noises from the girls) and pre-games with shots of birthday cake flavored vodka. Honestly, it's like there's no accounting for taste. After everyone eats, Soon's given a number of presents, although the (exaggeratedly large) bag that Crystal was planning on putting the magical dong in is missing.

When you feel a tingle of elf-magic and Crystal pulls it out from behind the same couch you were hiding behind a few minutes ago you get your answer. The bag is neon pink, fur trimmed along the top, and is emblazoned with 'Crystal's Secret' in an equally-garish purple. "Now this is a special present from me to you." She pauses for a second and taps a thoughtful finger against a cheek. "James helped some, mostly by laying there and looking pretty." She smirks when you bat your eyelashes at her.

Soon-Yi gives the taller girl a confused look as her arm disappears into the veritable sea of tissue paper inside the bag. It's obvious the moment her hand makes contact as her eyes keep sliding wider and wider and her mouth opens in a soundless 'O' of wonder and confusion. Her head turns mechanically to the blonde next to her and everyone's background chatter fades away.

With a laugh Crystal whisks Soon and the bag with the payload off to the girl's dorm room. Karen, her roommate, follows in their wake. The rest of the girls turn to you as you steadfastly stare at the wall and try not to break out in laughter.

"James…." It's Susan who once again steps up to be the leader, "what exactly did you give her?"

You turn to regard the girl with a wry smile. "I didn't choose to give her that, Crystal did. Like she said, I just laid there."

The bespectacled brunette blinks and you watch as an idea pops into her head and realization dawns on her face. Before she can say anything however, shrieks break out from Soon and Karen's room and every head except yours turns as they scramble off.

Well, everyone except Susan. Her eyes narrow. "Did Crystal give a copy of your cock to a girl who will never be able to take you without hurting herself?"

Sidling up next to her you throw an arm around her bare shoulders and revel in how she goes limp against you. "I'm a big fan of portmanteaus, so let's say she gave her a 'cockpy'." The eyeroll and sigh that gets is violent, so you give her a second to recover before continuing. "I think Crys considers the gift aspirational. If Soon can't take any of it without hurting herself at all and tells Crystal that Amy might end up getting involved."

"I almost wish you were a quick shot so I could get on my knees and get a bellyful of you."

You look down on her curled into your side with amazement. "Kinky, but once again we don't need the birthday girl to die of terminal embarassment. What's gotten into you?"

Pushing her face into the crook of your neck—which even with you not standing up straight and her in heels she barely reaches—Susan takes in your scent and becomes impossibly more plastered against you. "My period's about to start and I get super-crazy-horny right as it hits."

"Talk to Crystal and tell her. I'm sure she'd be happy to lend her dorm bed." You place a 'magic hand' over her womb and push warmth and her dainty hand wraps around your forearm to press you in harder. Her thighs grind and her hips tense in an odd dance as she uses her other arm to drag you into a sideways kiss.

Just as you realize she's trapped the band of her underwear under your hand and was using the tension to rub against it she manages a tiny hands-free orgasm in your arms, pulling her lips from yours to gulp a lungful of air. "Fuck, I think that just made it worse."

You hear a door shut from down the hallway and she steps away from you and smooths her skirt down. "Seriously Susie, talk to Crystal."

Sarah ambles in, meets your eyes, and smirks. "It felt pretty big in the dark, but it looks unfuckingreal just sitting there, gotta say. Everyone's holding it up against themselves and flipping out. I'm pretty sure Sierra and Crystal are dressing Soon like she's a mannequin, girl's like stunned by the majesty of your junk."

Laughing, you head down the hallway and knock on Karen and Soon's door. It barely opens before a set of blue eyes locks on yours and the door is slammed in your face and a fresh round of shrieks start up again, so you lean against the door instead. "Did you all somehow revert back to middle school?"

You almost fall in as the door gets reopened and Crystal slips out and hugs you, almost crying with laughter. "Oh man, I might've screwed up."

Pulling her away from the door—which gets shut and maybe locked against your imagined depredations—you hold her at arm's length. "Explain?"

It takes her a while to explain, but you manage to piece it together between her breaking down into giggles. "Soon just freaked out as soon as she pulled it out of the bag. Whenever it's in her eyesight she just freezes up like she's a mouse and it's a very big snake. Karen's hardly any better, she keeps touching it and then running away."

"That's because they're the princesses of the group," Sarah says as she and Susan join you. The latter elbows the former and they exchange looks. "What? Both of their families kept 'em pretty sheltered." She looks over at Crystal, who's wiping tears from her eyes. "I don't think either of them even has a vibrator, you probably should have started her off with something like half the size."

Crystal takes a handkerchief from you and finishes wiping her eyes as she laughs and smooths down her dress before walking back into the room. Five minutes of Mistress Crystal (lite) wrangling them around and the remaining four girls troop out, not a single one willing to meet your eye, even Sierra.

You'd taken the time to box up the cake and stash in in Susan's room so you're available to take Soon-Yi's arm and guide everyone back to the common room. You let Crystal explain how the portkey works as you rub the almost-hyperventilating girl's back. After a couple of minutes of your mammoth meat mountain not escaping your fly and attempting to ravage her she calms down a bit but steadfastly refuses to look directly at you. Even turning her face towards yours causes the blush on her face to deepen. She also hasn't said a single word to you since she left her dorm room.

After the portkey trip, actually getting in to the club is pretty simple. You get a look from the bouncers, but the fact that you're escorting seven women in—and your cover charge—apparently earns you a pass. Tuesdays at this club is Ladies' Night, so the girls get in free and immediately head for the dance floor. Once there they swirl around you much like they have the other times you've danced with them. Soon—who had relaxed enough while waiting to get in that she actually leaned against you—is your first dance as you grind against her without actually rubbing your cock against her too much.

Karen's next and similar to what Crystal had mentioned dances up on you and makes an abortive attempt at trailing her hand around the front of your pants before the song ends and she bolts like a skittish deer.

Savannah and Sierra take their turns together, with one sandwiching you on either side. They're also much bolder, turning you around to face the other and 'just happening' to slide their hands over your tumescent length a couple of times. Your ass gets a pinch or two as well. Returning the favor seems to be perfectly okay with both of them—Savannah especially bites her lip and looks up at you through her lashes as you caress the curve of her back and down towards the back country.

Sarah waves off dancing with you while eyeing Crystal, so you think she might be trying not to draw your girlfriend's attention quite as much. Susan, though, almost plasters herself against you and throws her arms around your neck. You cup her ass and pull her up a bit so she can speak in your ear. "Save the date tomorrow night. I want you to choke me out on your cock."

You stifle your bark of laughter in her hair. "Such a lady. Shall I be meeting you in the mistress' chamber?"

She giggles at you as you sway together. "You shall, sir."

After dancing with all of the other girls once, Crystal brings Soon-Yi back and pushes the small Korean girl against you. She doesn't quite sandwich her between you but there's not much space between the two girls.

It takes another two, almost three songs before Soon relaxes against you, then starts giggling. So hard in fact that you end up holding her to you so she doesn't fall to the floor. You shoot Crystal a look but she seems clueless. The dark-haired girl shakes it off after a bit and seems to have found a well of courage, taking your hands and pushing them down just to the top curve of her petite ass.

Almost three hours of nonstop dancing later and you're effectively carrying a tired Soon-YI as you all head back to the park. You'd spent a fair amount of the last thirty minutes fending off a couple of guys—former Merchants—who weren't picking up on the fact that the girls weren't interested in dancing with them. They've even followed you out of the club, but a mild notice-me-not on you has the girls ignoring you, and a much more powerful entrancing enchantment has the guys wandering off to follow the white rabbit down an alleyway.

Back in the dorm you dispense hugs and—after some shifty looks at Crystal by the girls—get kisses on your cheeks. You hoist Soon into a princess carry and take her to her bed and end up sitting on it as she cuddles in your lap. Neither she nor Karen seems to have noticed that someone has taken the dildo and framed it with a lamp so its magnificent shadow stretches across the ceiling.

You suspect Crystal.

As you run your hand through the birthday girl's hair and hug a sleepy Karen with your other hand you ask Soon what caused the giggle fit earlier. A few tired giggles later and she explains that as part of her family lunch her uncle brought over another boy as a possible boyfriend for her. She had been talking with the guy when she asked if he knew how to bake—she had been thinking about how you were going to be bringing a cake later.

"The guy got all offended and said cooking was woman's work. My dad heard and didn't really say anything but he probably thought the same, he's still kind of old fashioned. Anyway, I said you could cook and bake and the guy said you 'probably weren't a real man'. And when I finally brushed," she blushes and looks away, "all the way up against you in the club I remembered that and realized you're all man." Both she and Karen break down in giggles again and you roll your eyes and chuckle along with them.

Crystal shows up and leans against the door jamb and tries to tell you without words that it's time for bed. Curling your finger under the still-giggly Soon's chin you tilt it up and give her a tender but chaste kiss before moving her off onto her bed and hoisting Karen like a sack of potatoes before depositing her in her own bed. You and your girlfriend brush against each other in the doorway as she helps the girls get their dresses off before the two of you head down the stairs and you apparate back to your apartment. In the middle of a shower to clean the sweat from you Crystal poses an interesting question.

"Do you think it'd be worth it to get the girls in on a secrecy spell that you're Warlock so you don't have to worry about using powers around them?"

You scrub her back and think about it. "Possibly, yeah, but how often do I really need to use my powers around them?"

She turns around and traps your face between her breasts—and almost drowns you as she asks, "Didn't you do something to those pushy guys who tried following us?"

After blowing some bubbles you shrug. "Yeah, but they didn't notice. I'll think it over, I don't really want to lean on magic to force people to keep secrets if they don't need to know the secret in the first place."

{3}

A couple of minutes later in bed you kiss the back of your little spoon's neck and ask about Susan and her oral fetish. "Are you gonna be there, or are we going to be fooling around in your bed without you?"

Crystal shifts against you. "I know it's horrible, but I'm not ready for you to play with someone other than Amy without being around. I'm going to just sit and watch."

You tell her about both Sierra's flirting and Susan's 'look ma no hands' orgasm and she clarifies a bit. "Kissing and your hands—even your magic hands—aren't an issue. Oral sex or greater is over a line at the moment." She pauses and turns to look at you. "Is that bad? I mean, I'm kinda the one who asked for this…"

You blink. "Why it is bad? Didn't I say we needed to talk about it like adults? Isn't that what we're doing?"

"…yeah, good point. Well, is that okay? I mean, do you have objections?"

"Not really as long as things apply both ways for now. No forcing Susan to her knees to service her Mistress without me around. Yet. Although in the future if you ask first it would be hot to get a picture of it from you."

{4}

Wednesday in between classes—and before your meeting at the Rig—you look into the possibility of tantric rituals. Honestly—both powerful magic and sex, it's like chocolate and peanut butter. Unfortunately your early findings point to 'sexual acts done within the confines of ritual', and yes the wording is that stilted, is only useful for assisting conception, choosing the sex of the child, and similar breeding-related things.

A second book mentions sex magic being used as part of divination—specifically prophecy—but you don't trust it. Prophecy was never really a thing like that in the Potterverse, and asking Crystal to fuck herself with a wooden spindle to try and divine the future seems like a crass move.

A bit more searching and you come across a fairly slim volume that looks like was from a family library. It explains findings that sexual acts in rituals, when done a certain way, generates more magic than either of the two participants would be able to offer up normally. This person—there's no author's name anywhere and their handwriting would be practically illegible if you didn't have charms to assist—did the yeoman's work of testing and found that sex outside of a formal ritual circle does tend to enhance performance inside the ritual as well, so long as the sex happens within about three hours of the ritual.

And then on one of the last pages, a scribbled note that you have to enlarge the entire book to read states 'as is known, sex acts in ritual cannot be used during a ritual which harms but will enhance all things healdsum. See the writings of Cynewise of Mercia, whose writings on this can be considered definitive'.

..the problem is that you can't find the writings of Cynewise. It's not in your current library, and attempted summonings from your trunk of many things makes you think something might be in the pile trying to get out, but you can't actually know for sure. Aelfie offers to do the work on it, and the room you had set aside as a library quickly grows shelves upon shelves as she uncovers more.

Your sexy research is broken up by yet more sex-related stuff as Crystal and Susan have group messaged you on and off during the morning. Apparently your little sex pet's womb has taken over and she started the day thirsty by sending the two of you a topless picture and continues during the rest of your research period as Crystal eggs your threesome partner on into revealing that she's willing to have her hands tied and have pictures taken so she can see herself in action. She's also adamant about you facefucking her until she blacks out, and has said that 'butt stuff' isn't completely out of the question.

Mid-afternoon you head over to the north ferry terminal and meet up with Templeton, who was heading back to the Rig to go to her official office. She does take the time out of her busy schedule to guide you to the room where the meeting is. Being a non-Protectorate cape in their base, you're wearing a garishly-green 'Visitor' tag with your masked face on it which looks hilarious against your otherwise monochrome attire, and you have a couple of mirror-visored escorts shadowing you.

All three women are sitting and talking in what looks more like a fancy loft apartment than a converted oil rig. All three turn to look at you and your escorts as you walk up, but a groan from Janice warns you as a fat guy in a garish Hawaiian shirt, sandals with blue socks and a floppy attempt at a mohawk sweeps in from the side.

"Warlock, we have to talk about your sartorial choices!" He makes to grab you but you burst into smoke and reform on the other side of him in your druid robes.

"Sure mate. I'll just clean you up a bit and put you in a basic navy suit and fix that hair and we can talk."

Glenn Chambers, PRT head of Image, staggers like you've shot him. "Don't you dare!" He runs one hand over his shaggy flophawk and starts to say something else before his eyes go wide at your animated robes. "They do move! Beautiful! Can we discuss…"

Throwing your robes over his head and tying the arms together to muffle him you conjure yourself a doctor's white lab coat and sit down on one of the free chairs. "Ladies, I'm Warlock. The PRT has hired me to do cosmetic alterations for you today. I hope they passed on the suggestion to eat heartily so I have body mass to work with?"

Three nods go around and Squealer, Sherrel, is the first to speak. When she's not screaming her voice is… well, it's still horrible, but you no longer feel like rupturing your own eardrums to escape it. "Nothin' doin', but how d'we know you know your stuff?"

"Did any of you happen to catch Sandralina Tolli's speech last week?"

Purity—well, Kayden—is the first to catch on. "She looked angelic. That was your work?"

You incline your head. "My first famous client. She was a freebie to attract attention." And it's worked, Quinn contacted you to mention that a couple of actors and actresses had left discreet inquiries into getting some work done. "I can do quite a bit, but if the three of you are willing I would prefer that you bounce at least some of your ideas off the others or otherwise get alternate opinions, as a single person going off of ideas in their own head will find that things translate oddly to reality."

Erica coughs and wiggles her fingers. "Before we start changing hair colors and stuff, is there anything…" she trails off and gestures at her eyepatch.

Pulling out your wand you roll it around. "Do I have your permission to heal you?" At her choked 'Yes', you flick it in a diagnostic. There's no eye left, of course, but you can get some information from the optic nerve. Whatever led to the loss of the eye, she was obviously seen by a doctor afterwards, as the nerve itself isn't torn or otherwise horrifically damaged.

Regrowing an entire eye actually takes quite a while by your estimation—almost five minutes—in order to make sure everything is right. Unfortunately Glenn wanders over wearing your robes after a minute or two, but after being told very sternly that you're healing he drops the over-the-top persona and calms down some.

You'd used nerve-blocking charms and various pain-relief spells to ensure that Erica didn't have to deal with the unusual feeling of the regrowth, so when you finally reattach the nerves and tell her to take off the patch her fingers immediately probe towards her new eye. "Don't poke it out, I just put it back!"

She whips her hand away and squints. "Fuck, ow, it's bright!"

Leaning back a bit you shrug, "Cover your eye and let a little bit of light leak in at a time." You turn to Sherrel, who has her hand up and is waving it a bit uncertainly. "Yes?"

"Are you gonna be able to do anything t'fix the girls?" She moves her elbows in and bobbles her barely-contained bolt-on breasts between them.

"'The girls' will get switched over to being all-natural and you'll be able to choose the size. To a point. I'm not leaving you with breasts big enough to cause you serious back issues later on down the line."

Squealer sits back and smiles, but then has it fall off her face. "And the voice thing?"

"I'm not changing the way you talk or the words you use, but manipulation of the vocal chords can make your voice sound different, yes."

Sherrel gestures to Kayden, as Erica is still slowly getting used to the new eye. The mousy brunette Blaster turns to face you and fiddles with the hem of her shirt. "I'd like to shift things around a bit and get… more proportional."

A brush of her mind tells you that she's not ready to be anything but white, but Max had a thing for blondes with big tits, blue eyes, and flawless skin. She wants to be a red headed, green-eyed, freckled sexpot with nice tits and a killer ass. Of course she doesn't see it that way and wouldn't make it easy by explaining it like that, but that's what she's actually looking for.

Since you know where she wants to go with it, working in that direction actually doesn't end up being too bad. All three women are in loose clothes with what is described as 'Changer-class' underwear so the resizing of various parts isn't an issue. Skin is toned and the short woman gains an inch or two, still leaving her about an inch shorter than average. Her hair is a fiery copper that will fall in loose ringlets, and while she finally decided on keeping the same breast size they're now perfectly perky, topped with ghostly pink nipples. Work on the shape of her eyes, nose—even her ears—has her looking nothing like her previous appearance. Her skin is a light cream that will probably lobster in the sun but she absolutely insists it must be that light. Her ass and thighs, however, are a thing of beauty, with her prancing in her underwear on tiptoes to emphasize it in a series of mirrors that Glenn has wheeled in.

She's staring at the latest set of freckles in the mirror to see if they're acceptable when Janice (who had left but made it back part way through the process) pulls you aside. "Did I hear Kayden right that you made it so she doesn't have any hair below her neck?"

"Not exactly," you murmur fairly quietly. "No armpit hair, no leg hair, pubic hair only above the pubis so she can style it how she wants later. All the little incidental hairs people have on the rest of the body, arm hair, that kind of thing are still there, just softer, and lighter-colored."

"How much?"

"If you let me put a pair of ass antlers on you that says 'services performed by Warlock' it's free."

The director laughs. "Go to hell."

You make a triangle with your fingers. "If I can style your pubes into my symbol and you get a couple of shots taken for my portfolio I'll cut you a deal."

"Oh fuck off."

"Just mention it to me when you have a spare moment or two. If you have any stubble or hair it makes it fall out, so you'll want to take a bathroom break and shake it all out."

Kayden—all of the women will get new names after this, so they don't object to using their current ones—seems fairly content at this point, so you move on. Erica has is wandering around and getting used to depth perception once again so Sherrell steps up and announces her intentions to go latina. Even better, she did research and has pictures of the basic proportions and skin tone she's looking for.

After some transfiguration to get her implants to be natural and demands to make them as big as you'll allow, you work on her hips and change her hair to black. Her voice is lowered some and with some experimentation gains a slight husk without sounding like she's a three-pack-a-day smoker.

Honestly she looks incredible and she knows it, strutting around and posing in front of you and Glenn and calling you 'papi'. And then everything goes to hell when you ask a simple question.

"So, are you going to be able to Tinker with those breasts in the way?"

Newly-honey colored eyes go wide as she turns to Janice. "Temps, I gotta go down and try to Tink!" She heads to the door in little but the stretched-to-the-limits underwear that don't contain her jiggling in the slightest and a pair of slippers you conjure on her feet. Janice manages to shout out the door to let her go as she gets on her radio and verifies that Armsmaster is nowhere near the garage that's been set aside for vehicle Tinkering.

That leaves Erica. She has gotten more used to having both eyes and was talking with Kayden while you were transforming Sherrell. "I was told there's some kind of guy involved? I still don't think that should change things, if anything you should drastically alter your looks for safety's sake."

She swallows and nods solemnly. "Yes, and I will. More specifically though, how close can you get my hair to look to gold?"

…that prompts a look in her head and really, you should have figured this out. She wants to be with 'Thor'. Thor's wife is Sif, renowned for her flaxen hair, and then after Loki shaves it it gets replaced by spun gold.

You could give her actual gold for hair, but even ignoring that it'd be heavy, she also would be really obvious without adding in Changer abilities. The two of you work back and forth and settle on a wheat blonde shot through with streaks that look like actual yellow gold.

And then she wants it long enough to trail to her knees.

In line with her desire for Thunor, she requests a sculpted, pretty muscled body. Rather than go with pale skin she settles on more of a southern european vaguely-tan complexion to keep from being too much like a Nazi poster child. She was already tall for a woman but since Thunor is something like 6'3" she has you stretch her out to 6'1", with broad shoulders and ice-blue eyes.

"I know this should have been covered in some of the documentation you had to sign, but you're aware that now that I've given you a warrior's body that it's up to you to keep it that way?"

Erica does some squats and flexes all of her muscles. "My boyf—the guy that you were so worried about loves to go to the gym. I just never put in the same effort he did. Now I will."

Glenn, who had wandered off every time you were adjusting busts and butts comes back and starts a conversation with both women while you and Templeton head off in search of the runaway nu-latina.

You find her exactly where she said she'd be. She's covered from fingers to elbows in grease for some strange reason, with dark streaks of it on her stretchy bra and smooth stomach. She doesn't seem to be having too much of an issue with enhanced bustline, although they're about three cup sizes larger in total with a proportional increase in band size. She's jiggling around and talking out loud without a care as she wrenches something down.

No, the problem is that she has company. Specifically, Kid Win and his hoverboard are sharing a table with Sherrel's tits and the high schooler is staring so hard you think you can see his eyeballs plastered against his visor. His head also seems locked on one fat dark nipple that has almost escaped its shrink-wrapped cage and is bobbing in time and he's drooling just a bit.

Putting a hand on Templeton's shoulder as she draws a breath in to yell you push her back a bit and stride closer, making sure your footfalls are loud. Kid Win snaps out of his teenager fugue without serious intervention luckily and he wipes his chin before turning and flinching back from you. "Warlock?! What're…"

Waving to the Ward you pass your other hand in Sherell's line of vision and manage to break her concentration. "Hey, how's the new suit?"

It takes a moment and a lot of blinking before Squealer pulls herself together enough to realize what you're talking about, but she gets there. "Oh, I gotta bit more of a problem squeezin' into a tight engine bay n' shi—stuff," she looks over at her younger audience and absently pops her tit back into its confinement, "but hell, I'll just build my own stuff bigger." She shrugs, causing a soft groan from the boy next to you. "When I'm workin' on contract stuff for the PRT if space is tight I'll just call papito over here." She looks at the teenager and you can see she knows exactly what she's done to him. Reaching out she leaves a greasy trail down his chin and neck. "Won't you, Win?"

"Squealer, it's time to go back and finish getting your cosmetic alterations done," Templeton announces loudly.

"Tch, old lady killin' my groove here," Sherrell complains, grabbing some shop towels and bouncing away.

You're actually left alone with the dumbfounded Kid Win who turns to you with a pleading look on his face.

Unfortunately you're going to send his dreams crashing and burning. "Yeah, that's Squealer. She's getting a makeover."

"That's…. dude."

You nod a bit. "Yeah, all her choice too. I'm as surprised as you are. But hey, maybe you'll get called in to help pull that ass out of a tight compartment, huh?" You trail out and leave a critical mass of frustrated hormones in your wake as you head back up to Image.

Apparently any berating that was done was done in the elevator, because there's no yelling going on or anything. You pick up from where you left off, changing the lines of her face a bit more until she's satisfied.

All three women look like sex on two legs after your changes, and the poking and prodding they're doing on each other doesn't exactly make them any less alluring as they shift and jiggle. To be fair Erica also looks like she could snap you like a twig but she's no less attractive for it.

And as you make to leave it is the wannabe-valkyrie who stops you. "I think it was mentioned, but Sherrell and I wanted to see if we could join forces…"

"Yes, it was brought up. I don't know how much was passed on, but I have a small team that just started, and we all get a say in administrative decisions. We haven't sat down and hashed anything out yet, but I will guess—and it's only a guess—that even if we don't invite you to be part of the team directly that we can ally with you." You hand her two cards with your email address and cape phone on them. "I honestly figured that we had more time before the decision needed to be made, so we hadn't been in any particular hurry."

Sherrell wanders up and leans against the muscular blonde. "Nah, there ain't a hurry. We still gotta lot of paperwork to go through before it's a thing, but havin' an idea if we're gonna have backup when we start out is important."

You summon your wayward robes from Glenn and stuff them into a duster pocket that obviously shouldn't fit them. "I don't see a huge issue, but even if the answer turns out to be 'no' for a formal alliance I'm perfectly willing to render some assistance to keep you from being affected by the gangs until you find your feet."

Squealer has apparently decided she's a hugger, so you get to feel the quality your work firsthand and you can't help but be impressed. Janice seems to be impressed as well, and perhaps a bit envious. In the elevator on the way back out you lean over to her. "Seriously, just call and make an appointment. I'll let the management know not to quote you a price or anything and I can do some touch-ups on you. It's just better to keep it looking professional so that no one thinks I'm bribing you with perkier tits or an ass you could bounce a quarter off of."

The director is tempted. Hell, she's more than tempted, she's planning on having you tighten and tone everything to take her already very in-shape body to the sexbomb next level next month if things settle acceptably.

Back in your lair Aelfie has uncovered a metric shitload of additional books, but searches for 'Cynewise' still leaves you empty handed.

Amy shows up and wiggles in your lap and the two of you kiss and chat for a while before you ask her out on a date on Saturday evening. The healer actually balks at first, as she was planning on getting her a piece of you on Friday, but you point out that you're both likely to be tired from the New Wave ladies' ritual. That sets her off muttering, 'cockblockers' being the nicest thing she calls them.

Taylor wanders in to say hello and you are filling both girls in on the Squealer/Othala situation when Crystal flies in looking guilty. "Uh… I might've screwed up the ritual stuff with my mom, James."

That gets immediate attention from you. "But how? I gave you the chants written out phonetically, the rune layouts, even the recordings you made of the chants so they could get the rhythm."

Waving a hand to dismiss that she shakes her head. "No, all of the like important ritual stuff is fine. I had told my mom that 'because of the gender discrepancy, James will need to go naked in the ritual space as that 'makes the masculine energies more potent' as a joke." Her air quotes are a little wild, and her eyes are wide.

Hearing a soft snrk from the other side of the table you look over to see Taylor with a hand over her mouth stifling her snickers.

"Noooooooot funny!" Crystal whines.

Amy apparently catches on and bursts out into gales of laughter.

You think about it a moment and sigh. "She just accepted it, didn't she?"

The slump of her shoulders tells you everything.

Taylor gives up on holding it in and laughs as well. She and Amy keep meeting each other's eyes and bursting out into renewed laughing jags. You let the two amuse themselves and look over at the blonder of your girlfriends. "Please explain to them that I will be using powers to remain flaccid so they don't think I'm going to be moving around with my boner—" an excellent word choice by you makes Amy snort in laughter and Taylor smack the table to try and contain her humor, "bouncing all over the place. If it helps, you can tell her that the two of you won't need to be naked for the guys' ritual because the numbers are slightly more even."

Somewhat recovered but still gasping for breath, the bug controller offers, "I was going to say I'd be willing to act as a battery as long as I could pull up a hood and turn away the whole time, but I don't know how well that'd work with James being naked."

"That'd actually be great, really, but the robes are actually hoodless. They're just cut weird."

Amy waves her hand to stop the discussion as she takes a couple of deep breaths and covers her eyes to prevent getting set off again. "I could totally change your face before and then put it back afterwards. That wouldn't count as having a spell active during the ritual, right?"

You blink. "No, it wouldn't. That'd be perfect, we can still call Taylor 'Weaver' and if it comes up you can honestly say you're disguised. If the nudity thing is too much, though, then we can save that for the guys' ritual and you can just turn away like the girls will."

Taylor has a bit of a flush on her face. "I don't know… can I decide by tomorrow?"

"Sure."

Amy gives you a quick kiss and tows Taylor off to check on whatever evil they're cooking up in the hives they've made leaving you with a mopy Crystal.

Gathering your Lady into your arms you kiss the top of her head. "So what's the major issue, sweetheart?"

There's a gusty sigh and a single word. "Vicky."

You rummage in her head a bit to sort that one out. When you do, you give a gusty sigh. "Crys, if Vicky hasn't driven me off by now this isn't going to do it. I'm sure as hell not going to leave you for her."

Crystal cuddles in to your chest for a bit before nodding. "You're right, I just… I'm suspicious of how many boyfriends left around the time they met her."

"I'm like a rash, m'dear, you can't get rid of me that easily." That gets a weak nudge as you hold her for a bit and you fill her in on what you've been researching. The idea that sex might make rituals more powerful seems to agree with her too.

"If it does make things more powerful, then we should all have an orgy and do the totem ritual again!"

You smirk at her. "All of us. Soon to be including your entire family unit…."

{5}

Her defeated whine is hilarious.

Crystal heads back to her dorm to have dinner with the Klub and get some girl talk going on, so you take Amy out to dinner as yourself. She manages to rope you into going to Fugly Bob's because she's starving and you find that the burgers are actually fucking delicious, if greasy enough to drown a whale.

Obviously the two of you can't talk about cape stuff, so instead you give her a replay of Soon-Yi's party, including some quiet discussion of the girls' reactions to your flirting. You think she's unduly smug about their reactions for someone who was desperately moaning your name into her pillow while wearing a hoodie of yours less than a month ago, but the public venue keeps you from voicing that out loud.

You 'walk her home', mainly by finding a quiet spot to apparate the two of you back to the Pelham's. Instead of heading back to either your apartment or the the lair immediately, however, you change your face and head to a sex shop to pick up some toys. Yes, you could just conjure them, but having them be real and traceable to existing designs is helpful.

Instead of sitting in your apartment or back at the lair you spend the time before Susan's booty call comes in on campus. You start out sitting with Thunor in an on-campus coffee shop this time and generally shooting the shit before a mountain of a woman comes in, brushing the rain from the braided crown her hair is in. You're a little surprised that Templeton let Erica—or whatever she's going to call herself—out so soon, but you fall quiet as the strapping woman makes a beeline for the man she pines for and crowds into his personal space.

"Excuse me gentlemen," she starts, with faint traces of an accent you know she didn't have earlier in the day. She turns to Thunor and bites her lip before continuing. "My name is Helga, and I just moved to Brockton Bay and transferred to the college. I was told you're the person to go to to speak about the Eddas? You are Thunraz?"

That must be a code phrase, because Thunor looks like someone just bitchslapped him while telling him he won the lottery. You lean over and slap the older guy on the back and shove him out of his seat a bit. "Why don't you and Helga go talk about your favorite bits of poetry?"

The valkyrie breaks out into a wide smile and yanks Thunor up by the arm, giving you a nod. "He has an excellent idea. Why don't I show you my room?"

They wander off, not to a room but to a PRT van hiding a few blocks away, and you take the time to get a bit of pleasure-reading in—Amy's posted a couple more chapters of Cascadia High. She had taken (with your permission) and built off of the chapter you wrote. Her SI is getting absolutely ruined on her teacher's desk when the two of them are found out by the librarian. The librarian—who is a Crystal expy—is obviously in on things as she quickly takes a place on the desk in front of Gothacea and grinds the teen girl's face into her pantyhose-clad pussy before ripping a hole in it to force the younger girl to pleasure her, all while her teacher is 'reshaping her cunt to fit only him'.

The next chapter includes lesbian ass worship and double penetration with a strap-on that's pretty hot and you wouldn't mind seeing enacted in real life, so you copy a particularly hot sentence and send it to Crystal with a link.

The text that lets you know the time has come arrives from Susan's phone. You can recognize Crystal's dorm room, and Susan is topless, glasses-less, and looking demurely down. She's added a caption stating 'I await you, sir.' You fire off a couple of texts to verify safe words and tap patterns (can't talk with a throatfull of cock after all) as you walk.

When you let yourself into Crystal's room a few minutes later Susan is kneeling right in front of the door in dark panties and long socks with her hands in her lap. Looking up at you for a second she flicks her eyes back down like she's been caught being disobedient and manages a credible blush on command. You worm your way into her mind and find she's doing her best to work herself into being your 'slave' to deepen the fantasy for her and to try and cum hands-free.

You decide to help, stopping in front of her and running your hand through her hair. Tossing your bag onto Crystal's bed you walk past your little slave and wait for a moment. "Well pet? We can't put your throat to use if you don't undress me."

As Susan scurries to take your shirt off you look over to where Crystal is lounging in a chair and smirking at you. She's waiting on the first time your balls smack against Susan's chin to start seriously masturbating, but she's lazily playing with herself, rubbing over top of her yoga pants and enjoying you playing master and slave with someone who isn't her or Amy. And after you dominate poor Susie and she's recovering on the bed Cystal's planning on riding you right in front of her and getting a massively magical cream pie. With how much she liked being restrained and teased back when you were writing that smut chapter for Amy, though, you have something better in mind you'll spring on her later.

Once you're stripped down to your boxer-briefs you pick Susan up in your arms and put her down on the bed, pulling out some soft silk rope. "Since you're supposed to be serving me with only your mouth tonight I decided to take away distractions like your hands and arms." You don't overdo things, merely binding her wrists in a two-column tie and then rolling her onto her side. You rummage through the bag again and drop something right in front of her face that makes her freeze.

Tapping the princess plug with a green gem on the end you stroke her back and play with the elastic of her panties. "That's also to help you, if you want it. Just think, every time your ass touches your heels as I thrust into your mouth you'll feel it and jerk forward to take more of my cock." When she glances up to you, you smile down at her. "And it shows that every one of your holes belongs to me."

In her head she wants to do it, she's just afraid of possible pain. Your strong, warm hands caressing down her spine and cupping her ass convince her. "Please be gentle, sir," she whispers, leaning forward enough to kiss the plug.

Flicking the top off of some lube so she's aware you're about to slick her up, you pull the back of her panties down but use your own conjured lube instead, as well as casting the same spells that Amy has on her plug on the totally mundane one you picked up for Susan. They won't last for very long, but they'll be fine for tonight.

You don't hurry through preparing her little rosebud, but with the spells in place it's not very long at all before you're easing the bulb of the plug through her backdoor and settling the gem between her cheeks. A gentle pat of her ass and you slide her panties back up. "Take a moment to get used to it, slave."

Spinning off the bed you catch Crystal wet-handed and hoist her up and over onto the mattress before she has a chance to react. She's so startled, in fact, that you're able to snatch the second length of rope—and since it's out of sight of Susan use a little magic to assist—and bind her hands behind her as well. Just as she starts to struggle you roll her onto her stomach and swat her ass once sharply. "And you thought you were just going to play with yourself the whole time? If I'm not sinking my cock into your cunts tonight no-one's playing with theirs either."

You roll her the other way so that her ass is facing a staring Susan and peel the tight yoga pants down to her knees. She's already wearing a copy of Amy's plug and you change the symbol to an emerald like Susan's before you spread her ass and show your slave what her mistress already has.

Once more digging in your bag you come up with a 'J' shaped vibrator that is remote controlled. Crystal's already soaked enough that she's left a sticky patch on her leggings, so you merely get Susan to slick it up a bit in her mouth before sliding the larger side into your girlfriend's pussy and nestling the shorter part over and against her clit.

Sliding the stretchy material back up enough to give her a bit of a wedgie to hold the items in place you put her back on the chair and tie her to it for good measure before patting her cheek with a smirk as she glowers at you. You wipe the frown off with a blast of full power vibration in both front and back before turning them down to almost off.

Susan is still laying on the bed, her eyes wide as you easily pick her up and pull out the final thing you had placed in your bag—a thick, fluffy cushion for her knees. Putting it on the ground you set her down on it and stand in front of her, cupping her chin and turning her face to yours. "I care for all of my toys, my dear. Now it's time for you to care for me." You move your hips forward a bit. "I know you enjoy feeling my cock swell in your mouth. If you get my underwear off fast enough you can, otherwise you lose out."

It becomes immediately apparent why Susan wasn't wearing her glasses as she mashes her face into your stomach and catches the elastic of your briefs in her teeth before pulling them down and taking your flaccid dick right across the eyes. Moving back up, she stops just long enough to press kisses to your sack before closing her mouth around your soft cock and swallowing it all the way to the root.

Releasing the mental magic that had locked away your feelings of pleasure you feel your shaft grow in Susan's throat as she closes her eyes and hums contentedly. The petite brunette manages to keep her lips fastened around the base of your cock until you rest, throbbing and fully hard in her throat. You run your fingers through her hair and see the edges of her lips curl in a smile as she slowly pulls back and reveals your glistening, spit-slick meat with the air of a professional sword-swallower.

…until she sits back far enough to disturb the plug in her ass.

Jerking forward with a choked sound of surprise she gags a bit and her eyes fly open to lock on your wry smirk. She very carefully slides you out of her throat and takes a deep breath through her nose before getting serious and starting to impale herself on your cock, using the jolt of the buttplug as a prod to move faster and faster. What started out as soft noises as she deepthroated you has turned into a loud, wet glhk with every stroke.

Since you're devoting all of your cum to Susan tonight you don't see any reason to hold back as the bound brunette does her best to take your cock all the way to her stomach. You look over to your girlfriend and turn her vibrators up a bit and watch as she does her best to grind against them to the tempo Susan has set.

Your kneeling slave starts to lose herself in the act, concentrating solely on laving your shaft with her tongue and lips and swallowing repeatedly as she falls deeper into an almost meditative rhythm. Almost ten minutes of mindblowing service comes to an end with you placing your hand on her head and warning her you're getting close. Susan registers that faintly and she hums around your shaft and manages to move even faster. With a grunt you fist your hand in Susan's curly hair and cum, feeling her throat massaging your cock with every swallow. Using a spell to monitor her you hold her down until she's light-headed and floaty with just the edges of panic setting in before you pull her off and allow her to gulp deep breaths as you turn your grip on her hair into running your fingers through it. She leans against your leg and blinks at her watering eyes.

"Still want more, pet?"

Susan nods and manages a raspy 'Yes', then yelps as you pick her up in a princess carry and place her face-up with her head hanging off the side of Crystal's bed. You let your cock rub along the girl's face as you adjust her to make sure her arms won't hurt as she lays on them and the hot breaths and fevered kisses she presses against you only make you throb harder.

Placing a hand on her neck you apply a bit of pressure—not enough to do anything, but enough to simulate light choking. "Do you still want to be choked out on my cock, slave?"

"Please, sir."

You groan a bit at how she opens her mouth so obligingly whenever your cockhead is anywhere near. "If you want to be the best pet, you'd cum just from worshipping my cock. Will you?"

The soft moan and buck of her hips tells you she's on board. "Yes sir. Please, use me."

The next time the fat head of your dick aligns with her mouth you cast a sensory link spell between Susie's throat and Crystal's pussy before hilting yourself in the oral-fixated coed. While Crystal moans in the background Susan feels your hanging balls in her face and leans in harder, filing her nose with your scent.

You stay there for fifteen long seconds before pulling back, almost fully out and sheathing yourself again and again. It's not soft or gentle—you fuck her throat like it's a pussy, only occasionally giving her a breath of air. You're monitoring her closely and she's floating again, feeling the shifting of the plug and the plundering of her throat as pure pleasure. She's discarded thought and is running almost solely on feelings now.

Slamming home hard enough that your sack smacks into her nose you pause again and flex your cock against the tight confines while reaching out and palming her breasts. "Show me how obedient you are, pet. Focus on my cock, and only my cock. You're going to cum because you are serving me." You resume thrusting just as hard, giving her even less time to breathe as you feel her arousal ramping higher and higher.

You hold back until her mind is whited out in pleasure with faint gray around the edges as she starts to lose consciousness. Placing your hand on her neck and squeezing softly to emphasize the bulge in her throat from your cock you erupt directly down her gullet and moan, "Good pet, cum for me."

That—finally—tips her over the edge and her hips buck as she cums. Despite whiting out she manages to push a few millimeters deeper on your cock even as she fades. You pull out and wipe her face free, pulling her into your lap and verify she's fine. You had dialed up Crystal's vibes as you throatfucked Susan and the blonde has her head laying back and is doing some heavy breathing of her own.

As you pet her hair and offer her water Susan's breathing returns to normal and she pushes herself down to once again try and get her lips around your cock. You have to admire her single-mindedness, if you weren't in her head you'd almost wonder if she broke something important. Instead in her muzzy-headed logic, she's decided that since she can cum from sucking cock and almost passing out that doing it while she's barely caught her breath would be an excellent idea.

Plucking the girl up from where she was trying to wriggle down you untie her arms and carry her over to the chair Crystal is tied in and sit her on the floor in front of it. Crystal tilts her head quizzically as you pull her hips forward and Susan's head back so that they meet.

Draping your cock over your pet's face so that she can run her tongue over your sack you explain what's going on to both ladies. "Your mistress thought she was going to get her pussy stuffed while yours was unavailable and looked pretty smug about it. So instead she's going to see me thrusting but it's going down your throat instead of up her cunt. I want you to play with yourself as much as you want this time, while she can only cum if you grind your head back into her crotch enough."

Crystal gapes at you and in her mind calls you an asshole—a totally hot, teasing asshole and she's totally stealing this to do to Amy, but an asshole nonetheless. Susan pauses and slides to the side and blinks wide eyes up at you. "Sir, please cum all over my face?" she asks.

You smile down indulgently, "Of course, pet." Swiveling your hips you trail your cock down over her nose and watch as her mouth parts perfectly to fit you inside, where her tongue works double-time to taste every possible inch.

Playing with the remote for Crystal's vibrator you find an intermittent setting, three short pulses and one long. You thrust in time down Susan's throat, backing out enough between strokes so she can breathe until you're jackhammering the girl's mouth.

Flicking the vibe to a steady buzz you stay still in Susan's throat and she brings a hand up to caress your balls and catch the spit dripping from your shaft. In her mind you see that she takes her wet hand and uses it to masturbate before pulling off your cock and rubbing her head back against Crystal and drawing a moan from the still bound girl.

The two of you establish a rhythm as you fuck Susan's mouth and lean over to kiss your girlfriend. The first time you kiss she groans into your mouth as the still-existent sensory link tells her you're fucking her pussy as your tongue battles with hers.

You're not willing to try and time orgasms between three different people so you cheat and use your magic touch, ramping the power up slowly until both Susie and Crys are locked in orgasm together as your sensory link makes them feel like both are taking your cock.

Finally though, your pet's exemplary oral efforts tip you over the edge and you have to pull away from Crystal's lips for a moment to warn Susan. Right before you cum you pull back from her grasping throat and loose your first blast in her mouth, then straighten up from your lip-lock and stroke yourself over Susan's face and Crystal's thighs. The hand that isn't furiously fingering herself comes up and caresses your balls, urging you to empty everything you have onto her. Even though it's your third load of the night you cover the girl's face in a thick sheen of white and both girls shudder through more climaxes as your magically-charged semen affects them.

Once again picking Susan up you place her in Crystal's lap and the two girls swap cum as you untie your girlfriend. After some towels and moving over to the bed the two of you cuddle the shorter oral fetishist between you as you surreptitiously make sure that there's no serious damage to her body from the breath play.

Lying on her back between you, Susan draws Crystal down into a kiss and whispers to her before turning to you and wrapping an arm around your chest. "Thanks for doing what I said with the choking me out and everything while trying to keep it as safe as possible, James."

Kissing the top of her head you hug her to you. "It freaked me out a bit, honestly."

"Yeah, I don't think I'm going to do that again for quite a while. I trust you and all, but I got really weird at a couple of points. I just wanted to slam my face down on you and like gag until I blacked out."

You had seen that, and that was one of the reasons why the third time was the last. "I'm sure Crys would be happy to lend me out to stunt cock for you, but only for regular oral, not breath play any more."

Spooning up behind her, Crystal slides her hands between you and Susan and cups the latter's breasts. "Exactly. You can suck on him like a pacifier twenty four/seven, but let's not mess with choking to death on cock, okay?"

Huffing dramatically, Susan kisses you before turning her head to kiss Crystal. "Fiiiiiiiiine. And for all that you seem to think I'm all oral all the time, we need to do this again so you can get inside me the other way, too."

A smirk spreads across your face and Crystal giggles softly. "Susie, I'm not freaked out by a bit of blood. I don't give a shit about your period, if you had asked I would have fucked you into the mattress. You cockblocked yourself."

You're not sure if the headbutt into your chest was supposed to hurt you, but the only groan is from the curly-haired girl in your arms. "Good night, sir."